Oh, good god. Someone was giving Porto's baked goods for their birthday today. The chocolate cupcake (which I don't need to be eating because I HAVE ANOTHER ONE ON MY DESK) has ganache on top. Mother fucker, it's good. That's dinner right there. No way I'm eating anything else.
Natter 69: Practically names itself.
Off-topic discussion. Wanna talk about corsets, duct tape, or physics? This is the place. Detailed discussion of any current-season TV must be whitefonted.
Oh, god, how am I getting sucked into watching Shark Tank?
So, Tree of Life, huh. I just, well, huh. Best Picture, huh. so yeah.
So, Tree of Life, huh. I just, well, huh. Best Picture, huh. so yeah.
To be fair, it was pretty. And I didn't hate Brad Pitt in it. But...yeah.
Bleecker Bob's is closing. So sad. I bought a hell of a lot of records there in high school and college.
So I hear crunching and there's Oz chewing on a string of Xmas lights! And the lightbulb in particular, totally smashed. There's definitely shards missing that may be in his belly. Any other cat I would be freaking out, but it's so par for the course with Oz. Sigh.
Whumph. Had to run out after my swim. Have a baby shower followed immediately (actually overlapping) housewarming tomorrow. And have to get in market and swim in before that.
And I didn't eat dinner until 8:30. But watching the final Chuck. Watched it on and off, found it charming, but not appointment, want to see how it ends.
I buy used cars for fun. Drive 'em a while, sell 'em again. (Or I used to; now that I have a shiny NEW car I must be loyal.) I know what car I want before I go physically car shopping. I have a mental list of what I want, what I'll compromise on, and what's firm. I ask the salesguy to show me a *specific* car. The Internet helps immensely because I can see what's on their lot before I go. (Supposedly on the lot. If I get bait-and-switched, I just get up and walk out. They can't be trusted.)
I tend to just take charge of the transaction. I'm not sure how, really. I just don't let them talk. Salesmen are there to hand me car keys and papers. Let me test drive THAT car. Okay, I like it, I'll buy it. -or- It's crap, show me something else. No, that's crap too, I'm not even getting in that one, give me something like THIS. Okay, that's good, I'll buy it. I get the feeling not too many people do this.
Car buying is a mystery to me. My last few cars have been hand me downs from a friend who doesn't know how to take care of cars. We get them, do a bit of fixing, and drive them for years while our friend is shaking his head and going "That piece of crap is still running?"
I'm sorta like your second paragraph. (I drive my cars until they die.) I go in and tell them what I want (specs and range, really,) and do they have it? Do not sell to me. You can make suggestions, but if I say no once, I mean it. Once I get as much info on the car as they can possibly give me, it goes to my mechanic (I've only bought used) and they give me a comprehensive rundown. I counter and either they come back with a reasonable compromise or I walk.
I hate being sold to. Hell, I hate shopping. I decide what I want, and if it isn't there, I am thwarted.